Chronicles Of The Warlands - Warlord Part 36

called for your death, I was stunned."

"Not so stunned that you didn't leap to help us," Keir said.

Joden shrugged. "I may not support your ideas, Warlord, but I will not see them be silenced with death."

"Enough of the Elders felt the same way that their swords aided us," Keir added. "Or the results may

have been different."

Marcus pa.s.sed the Ravage. "So Antas fled?"

"Essa almost took him down, but it was a struggle." Simus seemed impressed. "I'd not thought Antas the

better warrior."

"Gathering Storm went for Wild Winds, who was caught by surprise. If not for Keekai charging down, he might have killed the Eldest Warrior-Priest," Simus commented.

"Warrior-Priest against warrior-priest. What does that mean?" Yveni asked.

"I wish I knew," Joden responded.

"A trick, perhaps," Keir suggested. "To disguise his role, in case of failure."

Simus shook his head. "He had the true look of a man taken by surprise. And Keekai drove Gathering

Storm off-""To face me," Prest added smugly."When Gathering Storm went down, Antas called for his warriors to flee," Joden explained."Wild Winds is hurt," I offered. "So is Essa. They try to hide it, but they both move with pain.""Ah." Joden looked at me, questioningly.I shrugged. "They know what I am willing to do, Joden. They know where I am."Keir growled.

The talk continued as I blinked a bit, relaxing in the warmth. Others had been involved in the fight, names that I didn't know. But it was wonderful to be surrounded by my friends, warm and fed, with Keir by my side. I smiled, content, until I realized that Marcus had asked me a question. I blinked at him in confusion.

He gave me a wry smile. "Enough. Herself is exhausted, and we wear her out with this chatter."

Keir looked into my face, concerned. "Lara?"

Marcus stood. "Out, all of you. I've a Warprize and a Warlord to put to bed." Keir scowled and opened

his mouth to protest, but Marcus snorted. "A Warlord who has not slept these last few days. Or eaten,

for that matter."

Simus stood and stretched. "I'll sleep out here, in front of the entrance. Are you others able to take the night?"

"There's not that much left." Rafe stood as well. "Another mug of kavage and we'll do until dawn."

Prest nodded his agreement.

"Then we'll sleep and relieve you." Ander and Yveni rose and left.

"It seems we have no say," I chuckled, looking into Keir's face. His eyes flickered, and there was no

amus.e.m.e.nt in those eyes. I stood, and stretched, reaching for Keir to steady myself. He reached for me as well.

"Some warm water, Warprize?" Marcus asked.

"That would be good." I nodded. "And another bowl of stew, Marcus." I tightened my grip on Keir's hand and took a step toward the sleeping area.

Keir swept me up in his arms and carried me over to the bed.

"Keir, it's just a few steps!"

He stopped and looked over his shoulder. Marcus took the hint, and closed off our portion of the tent.

We were finally alone. Out from under the prying eyes of both friend and foe.

Keir eased me down to my feet. I placed my hands on his chest and looked up into his weary tired eyes, and smiled. "Keir . . ."

He took me in his arms, and claimed my mouth with his.

Chapter 18.

In the past day, I'd pa.s.sed through curiosity, terror, fear, and despair, only to find myself in Keir's arms. I sighed, and melted against him. I was tired and dirty, but far more important, I was home.

I leaned in, letting him take control of the kiss, answering his pa.s.sion with my own. His arms crushed me

to his chest. But the rings of his mail pressed into my palms, and I broke the kiss, hissing at the pain.

Keir took my hands in his and gently started to work the bandages loose. He cursed when he saw the abused flesh underneath.

"It's not that bad," I whispered. "They're better than they were."

Apparently, that didn't impress him. "Marcus!" Keir called out, not bothering to lift his eyes from my hands.

"Warlord?" Marcus answered from the main area.

"Fetch Lara's satchel." Keir brushed his fingers over my hands. I shivered at that slight touch. They did

look better to my eyes, the swelling was down and the redness greatly eased.

But Keir remained unimpressed. He eased me over to sit on the edge of the bed.

Marcus coughed and entered with my satchel. He raised an eyebrow at the sight. "Next time, wear

gloves."

I smiled, but Keir didn't see the humor. "As if she had a choice," he barked.

I jerked my head back in surprise at the tone in his voice. Keir still wasn't looking at me as he continued.

"I throw her on a horse, no saddle, no reins, and expect-"

"And I'm taken to safety," I pointed out gently. "As you planned."

"Planned!" Keir grabbed my satchel and tore it open violently. His voice was filled with disgust. "I'd

thought you safe and-"

"Find the green jar." I kept my voice mild, but I feared for my satchel and its contents, the way Keir was rooting around. If he broke the jar with the ehat musk in it, we'd all regret it. "Marcus, I could use more

kavage. And more stew, if there is any left." Marcus gave me a nod and turned to go. "Oh, and gurt, if you've any."

Marcus turned, and raised his eyebrow.

I shrugged. "I'm hungry."

"At least you eat," he grumbled, with a sharp look at Keir. "I'll bring what I can." With that he vanished

beyond the flap.

Keir had the jar now, the contents of my satchel strewn about the bed. He reached for my hands, but I

pulled them away. "They'll bring water for washing, Keir. Once they're clean, we'll put on the salve." I gave him a smile as I toed off my shoes. "Why not take off your armor?"

"No. Better to be prepared in case of attack."

I raised an eyebrow. "You're not sleeping next to me in that. My hair will get caught, and then where will

we be?"

His laugh burst out, catching him by surprise, and I knew that he'd remembered exactly when my hair had

gotten caught in his mail. But he shook his head just the same.

My stubborn Warlord. I leaned in close. "Keir, I want you in my bed this night, and all the nights of our lives. Skin to skin, beloved."

His eyes blazed bright blue. He leaned down, and I lifted my mouth, and we kissed again. I reached up to pull him close when there was movement at the entrance.

The tent flap moved.

Keir snarled, pulled a dagger and lunged, placing himself between me and- Amyu, holding two buckets of steaming water. She looked up, then dropped to her knees, the buckets sloshing over as they thumped down. Amyu lowered her head, showing the back of her neck.